Ingrid Pitt spent her childhood in a concentration camp and then (once making a film with Clint Eastwood) she was given a choice between pornography and horror flicks, so she ended up like Kyra and Burstyn in barfbag zombie/Alucard lucar-elli/FOX-Hammer film stuff like the AIDS script at Pitt.   UW does not care. EEN the mosquito death bite plays the same, Now Dogeyes, Vegan role as killing DAH LAWD! Martin Luther King did, it serves as a token of ill-luck school. This nature of reality sewage is the high mind of Pitt looking down from the heights of their great tower of learning and philosophy explaining away genocide as a form of truth and fable.  Allow the parasites to cling to you, they lisp, as they are sent to the emerald ambrosia.

       Notice how the climate alibi honcho pulled out just after Saoirse was given her goodnight kiss.  UW has every manner of dacoit, they have Black Panthers working out the budgets of genocide for Sir Paul and his Ark Ministry of Fear and Bio-Terror, escalating to Dx if you tell all.  My ear rattles constantly, my mouth still isn’t healed, they obviously knew the reflux drug was hard on the liver because they got a dude to TNT me named Tantliger, like the Lick her and whine (Liquor and Wine) store by the Police depot.

        They don’t care at all.  The black women could put a screaming white who was put through Texas Chainsaw in a prison cell to spit on.  It is all part of their secret suit by dacoit syphilitarians, an oil well for Richard Starkey, milking dead Kennedys’ brains.   

      They always sneer at me that I will die trying.  Die trying to do what they will never tell. Die trying to warn people is what.   It was always a long shot, because they impinged a deranged fantasm on my name, but the evidence is clear.  They plotted the AIDS attack and blamed the whole thing on me to make clear that no one would even consider bothering trying to stop them.

       Judging from his book, his weird take on Westmoreland County’s Army types, and his hatred, rivalry for my father, I can bet that Ralph Proctor knew that I was being held hostage by Schugar Bear and Ostro as a little boy.  He connived provincial explanations around it. He said he’d vote for a man just because they are black and so seven foot tall Schugar Bear was exonerated no matter what his crafties did to me. I was hostage. Proctor tells in his book the very thing they did, even though I trusted them, took on the klan, spoke out against South Africa, he loves this stuff, the trusted black woman insinuating into the confidence of the white who wants to have black friends, laughing up her sleeve as she backstabs for race revenge.

        An acquaintance of mine saw the liberation of Dachau.  She said for the woman screaming on one note, on one high pitch they had come too late.   This isn’t an act of provincialism. This is genuine, genuine criminal insanity. People like Proctor who ONLY can see a race motive, have to recuse themselves.  That is the very meaning of Judicial dignity. It means you know your own bias and recuse yourself from duty. Instead, these hideous violators, Rosa and her husband never gave a shit about the AIDS attack, they just wanted to sell the celebrity popularity contest at school, these hideous violators STOOD THERE while the most psychotic and suspicious ripper murderer of them all, the most notorious, bloodthirsty, facelying and cruel psychopath from the Royal nuthouse, Penis Gabriel, loudly proclaimed himself JUDGE AND JURY AND EXECUTIONER over a crime we now know he himself committed.

       They wired up my jaw.  Look at one incident of Ming Na Wen, her racist buddy Thos. O’Connor drove past a well dressed, athletic black man who for reasons of Pitt Psychology had laid down theatrically on the sidewalk and Thos. said, “it’s just a nigger.”   Try sorting that one out when you have your jaw wired up with a neuroplasm. They were working together, to watch me sulk.

         These people are cop killers on high, literally, and they call themselves FRIENDS.  They think nothing of it in their spite. De De Allen is shown to have been one of the nuts behind the shooting of Serpico SO they could hotwire it up for movie.  That’s the whole point of their demonic nightmare. Yet they say, repeat after me or you will complete the sentence.

        I am a deaf senior, about to turn 59, close to finishing my second Associates here in Tacoma, after a deaf girl in Pittsburgh was so good as to teach me sign language.   Some of my classes have been in Honors. Although I have had run ins with a variety of police services, it does behoove me on reflection occasionally to wonder why.    Much of it pertains to a flurry of activity in my early 30's when some melodramatic celebrities were writing to me, and I was assailed by the Union as a library clerk with visits from the Secret Service, police, the F.B.I. and so on, inquiring as to why it might be that I found myself being hustled in an existential dilemma that was apparently quite real and potentially mortal.  Nothing I offered by way of explanation was accepted and nobody was forthcoming with reasons of their own.

        I live in the Hilltop now and am insulin dependent from many, many injuries.  I live in Section 8 with a landlord I have known over a decade under whose management I lived a long time in Chinatown.  I moved here after returning to Pittsburgh to attend Community College of Allegheny County from which I graduated after Al Souma, Special Services Advocate banned me from Seattle Central as a troublemaker.  The Deans in Pittsburgh asked to see my research, http://themepaper.webs.com gave me Ethnics 303 for it, allowed my return and I graduated.  They invited me to read my Honors Department Award winning poem (a charity on the heels of my Governors School teacher from 1978 Peter Balakian winning the Pulitzer, ironically congratulating me on my achievement) I Didn't Take His Picture.  Although Derek Kilmer is my representative, I didn't attend his talk at school.  I'm shy of people who think they have reason to fear obsessive types because Gabriel evidently so described me after finding him friendly in an interview and taking him up on a correspondence.  He's far from the only name recognition person who has addressed me.

         What I'm driving at is that I certainly did not appreciate, deaf and with considerable neurological injuries to begin with, being dragged through two years of homelessness while being worked over by malicious persons from their offbeat movie set.   Whatever they thought I did or cudda done it had no objective reality and was hyped up invention. Frankly, the most disturbing catch phrase that got airplay was a cheap shot about John Lennon that came from the Warhols who terribly worked me over as a child, left some papers:  http://texasschoolbook.weebly.com petitioned to be allowed to do as they pleased with me unscrupulously, a plan that frankly I have come to consider from Lennon's mind.  On Dec. 8, 1980, he stepped through a transom into the Outer Limits Show that attends American political psychology. It had nothing to do with me, it never will.

         What none of these murderers after me as a ghoulish race trophy from Yoko Ono don’t understand is what these killers MEAN when they say, “I just wanted to make sure that I hated you.”  They worked with Bayer forgiving Zyklon B, Primo Levi met Bayer at Pitt, so they could pull the AIDS stunt. There is no possible reason to trust the idea that Country Doctor Clinic in Seattle wasn’t set up in advance as a lay in wait brainwashing nexus.   They certainly do not think anything of mouth poisoning someone who was soul murdered and tortured until I was dead inside. What do you think the nom de guerre Saul Brecher meant? In meant Soul Breaker. They used a neuroplastic pussywhip.

       How did it happen that a ruthless mob of Franklin Graham came to regard Jimmy Crary as the devil incarnate?   You would think with a Grandmother like mine the Midwest would recognize the self-hatred in that one (surrounded though by Mehtas).   You would also think that if what made me satan was being misled by Lennon that someone would have helped me from his entourage, been made sick by the whole case, instead they doubled back for Oliver North and criminal Wecht stumping in cowardly secret society for HitlerReagan, on a battered deaf child.  That’s what sort of sickos they are at UW, a turnstile and tag team sicko junta, a revolution No. 9 occupied spiritual zone.   

        Calling me gizmo, here and saying to me at Princeton, “it is impossible to control your own destiny,” they made plain that cheating me of learning and deafening me was for control.   M...yland leaves acr, the acronym of Alternative Conflict Resolution, the German spy office that they used for morbid bombings after playing like they found the script, which Penis titled Navigation.

       Even though I have learned never to reach out or trust them, I still much too often for my own good feel very, very badly for African Americans.  They don’t understand what it means when the new Bayer groupies say, “I just wanted to make sure that I hated you.” They think the master they laugh with at the pale white thing is inside with them on the good fight.  It isn’t just the black people. All sorts of people who don’t really deserve it are dealing with hoodwinkers who think they do, and watching them do this to me makes them seeth with justification. I swear to you this is a statement of experience when it comes to the British, no matter what they say, no matter how beguiling it sounds, or how good the sex they lavish on dacoitery, their tune always changes, without fail, the minute you turn your back.